Major won't make the first move, if there are any moves to be made. He's unattached, free as the wind. She's the one with the romantic obligations, and he won't be the one to force her to abandon them. The temptation is still there, of course, whether he closes the gap between them or not, but he wills himself to stay put, stay still.

He can feel her breath on his face, he can feel the warmth radiating off of her through the cold of the water still lingering on them.

And when she does what he expects her to do, his gaze flitters to the ground with resigned understanding and agreement. She's done the right thing, he knows that. He does his best to ignore the sinking disappointment that froths in his heart at the distance she's put between them.

Arms back down at his sides, he raises his gaze to scan her face.

"It'd be just like us, wouldn't it? That we'd be both be dragged here, able to be together, and yet .. not be able to be together? We must've pissed off a hell of a lot of people in our past lives or something."